This is It... (Stargate SG1 - gen, 200 words)
A double drabble written for one_prompt, the prompt being, well, the second line :) And I am definitely still not breaking my tradition of writing less than serious Stargate...
This is It...
{rustle rustle}
"Sometimes I think to myself, 'This is it... This is going to be the day we have a nice, sane, boring mission.'"
"Indeed, O'Neill."
{scratching of several pens on paper}
"To a nice, sane, boring planet."
"Yes, so you told us, sir."
{rustle rustle riiiiip rustle}
"With nice, sane, boring people."
"We heard you the first time, Jack. And the second, and third... fourth... tenth..."
{shuffle of papers... many many many papers}
"Just sayin', Daniel. Today being one of those sometimes, I thought, "This is definitely gonna be it." And guess what?"
"It is a nice planet, Jack."
"They're very sane people, sir."
"It is undoubtedly boring, O'Neill."
"Yep to all of those, so what do we get instead of bullets -?"
"Jack, I could have told you, many societies tend to do this."
"Entry paperwork? In quadruplicate? Or more?"
"Much more." {more scratching of pens} "It's the cost of being nice -"
"Sane -"
"Boring -"
"And much like home. Come on, Jack, we only have ninety-three more forms to go before they let us stay... or for that matter, let us go."
{deep sigh}
"Can't they just turn nasty and insane, and maybe shoot us instead?"
-the end-